3- The world of soccer or sucker

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I noticed that the two words are said with the same pronunciation in French and in English. As I am always in the why ... because I know the how ... the statement leads me to ask myself this question above all to know which is more important, the egg (read soccer) or the hen (read sucker) in other words the team or the player. Here it is... THE QUESTION... I have a few "minutes" of listening to the famous Mundial and I have read some articles in the newspapers and on the internet. I confess that I really like what happens outside of the game. Again...the why...because the show is there...yes, yes, it really is. You could call it the mundial of the sucker. It is clear that football players have quibbles, quarrels and hassles in their blood. France, England and Italy, and many more to come, have players who like to work their jaw muscles better than their leg muscles. Their head being reserved for the shows on the ground, that is to say the tears and the gnashing of teeth without counting the lamentations (read show) especially when an opposing player has succeeded in waxing his leg with his shoes. Two days ago, one of them was rolling on the ground because an alleged bully had tripped him with a superb crunch. My surprise was complete when I saw him tearful. Complete because I thought to myself, "Hey, he managed to work out a muscle in his face!" ". When a cohort of Aesculapian disciples dragging bandages and handkerchiefs showed up at his bedside, I was sorry. But once again such was not my surprise when the dying man got up miraculously cured. On the end of my chair I said to myself "but what a sight"! North American sport punishes the artist for somersaulting while in the old countries, they throw flowers at him while applauding his sense of showbiz. I don't know if it's soccer or suckers.

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